Damon contained his urge to reach across the table and snap his brother's neck, although he didn't rule it out entirely. Ironically, he had specifically been thinking of vervain when he had added 'within reason' to his offer.
"No vervain," he said firmly, looking between his two dinner companions.
"There will never be vervain in this house, and there are a few other herbs the kitchen isn't allowed to order in."
He had learned early on that witches weren't to be trusted, and also that they were crafty. Witches were the kind of people who could craft a bomb out of a toothpick and a stick of chewing gum.